two hundred-seventy ninth.

dear (k)you,

i guess three strikes, would eventually push me to write. anyway, as per tradition, i say i stop talking to the douchebag, but i always end up going against that and depressing myself more. 

but i think this time its the worst. i hope i get to tell him what a complete asshole he is. but i don't know. i rambling.

the real reason i am so freakishly depressed right now, is because the little brother has a girlfriend. yes. i am now a 5th wheel. 

i should say the pressure is on, but really what can i do at this point? its not like i didn't try (or am trying? i don't know :|). i put myself out there, really. i know i shouldn't give up, but how far should i go? 

fuck. FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK.

i just want to shout FFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKK.

as what j.lo said. "oh my pride is all i have."

and i don't even have that anymore i think.